You're so in love with yourself,
You keep putting doubt in
My mind,
shall I continue stabbing
myself?,
Maybe I'm outta my mind;

I thought it'll be as soft
as snowflakes,
Disappointed, it's no way
better,
I thought it'll be sweeter
than pancakes,
But here I am, my tongue's
Sour and bitter;

Empty promises are dry roses,
No beauty,
Cunning like tortoise,
I wonder if you ever feel guilty,

I love the forest,
but one thing baffles me,
Those attractive roses, now
Scorched and pressed,
It irritates me